I Take A Shower

I take a shower to feel the hot water biting against my wounded skin,

I take a shower to let it rain within me.

I take a shower to invite my tears to the sad party I organised,

I take a shower because I can’t seem to know if there’s  purpose in my life.

I take a shower and feel the blood falling down onto the bathroom tiles,

I take a shower and I cry.

 

Published by Ilse Dekker Gedichten

I'm Ilse Dekker from the Netherlands. I started writing poems in 2012. I write poems about country music, love and Jesus.

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